Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2008 23:10:16 GMT -6
Why I hate Barack Obama...
I initially loved the idea that this country was ready for a candidate and hopefully president that truly reflected a hope in a better tommorrow. A new hope the likes that hadn't been seen ever.
I was ready to have a president that reflected my face to the world. I embraced his race from inception until his victory. The message was heard and realized. This country had a chance to move past its divisive nature. This country. My country was growing past its segragationist outlook. In deed and action. His victory stated to me at least "Things would be better." Of course it would be an uphill fight it would be hard and we would make it. I went to bed the night of his our victory happy and hopeful. Sleeping I dreamed of the new world into which I would awaken.
Then the next morning as I wiped the remants of dreams from my eyes i looked out upon my country and saw how much things hadn't changed. I went to work unhappy that the homeless that I ignored day in and day out hadn't been given new clothes and they were still panhandling. I watched as the system of public misuse of our shared world continued. I watched as politicians lied all the same. I watched as my sons schooling remainded substandard. These and many far too many ills plagued my nondreaming eyes.
Now I know that Mister Obama was and is not to blame for them. I know that he has looked upon many of the same ills and shook his head in shame atthe way our country has turned out. I know from his speeches that I listened to closely that he feels very strongly about these issues. I aslo know that is not enough. I went to bed and dreamed again the thoughts that had given me hope in President Obama. i dreamed that upon waking as i had the prtevious night that things would be different and new. That my country, that our country would stop fighting change and embrace the bright and shiny new day.
Needless to say all was much the same and has been everyday since. With one notable exception I can no longer lull myself to sleep with dreams of what might be. I can'ty continue to grouse about my country my voice carrying only so far as my own and gods ear. I can no longer sit idly by as my hopes are trampled. I can not shut my eyes and drown my sorrows in well if we had a better president. I can not say just wait until things change.
I know that now. I suppose I have always known that. Ever since I read the Declaration of Independance. Whether this is truly a new thought or a recurring one I can't say nor would i try. What I can say most assuredly is President Obama is to blame. He and the hope that his bid engendered in me. He and his victory not allowing me my self delusions. I can't turn off what I see anymore. I feel that the wrongs and injustices need immediate redress. I can't tolerate something not being done to better my country. Most importantly I can't help but hate the way I've and others like me have allowed my country our country to become the ungainly behemoth that it is now.
For my blinders being removed I have to say thanks a lot Mr. Obama. But just because I thank you doesn't meanI like you. This is why I hate Barack Obama my dreams won't rest and neither can I until they are realized in totality. So again I say thanks Mr. Obama for all the work I see ahead of me.
I initially loved the idea that this country was ready for a candidate and hopefully president that truly reflected a hope in a better tommorrow. A new hope the likes that hadn't been seen ever.
I was ready to have a president that reflected my face to the world. I embraced his race from inception until his victory. The message was heard and realized. This country had a chance to move past its divisive nature. This country. My country was growing past its segragationist outlook. In deed and action. His victory stated to me at least "Things would be better." Of course it would be an uphill fight it would be hard and we would make it. I went to bed the night of his our victory happy and hopeful. Sleeping I dreamed of the new world into which I would awaken.
Then the next morning as I wiped the remants of dreams from my eyes i looked out upon my country and saw how much things hadn't changed. I went to work unhappy that the homeless that I ignored day in and day out hadn't been given new clothes and they were still panhandling. I watched as the system of public misuse of our shared world continued. I watched as politicians lied all the same. I watched as my sons schooling remainded substandard. These and many far too many ills plagued my nondreaming eyes.
Now I know that Mister Obama was and is not to blame for them. I know that he has looked upon many of the same ills and shook his head in shame atthe way our country has turned out. I know from his speeches that I listened to closely that he feels very strongly about these issues. I aslo know that is not enough. I went to bed and dreamed again the thoughts that had given me hope in President Obama. i dreamed that upon waking as i had the prtevious night that things would be different and new. That my country, that our country would stop fighting change and embrace the bright and shiny new day.
Needless to say all was much the same and has been everyday since. With one notable exception I can no longer lull myself to sleep with dreams of what might be. I can'ty continue to grouse about my country my voice carrying only so far as my own and gods ear. I can no longer sit idly by as my hopes are trampled. I can not shut my eyes and drown my sorrows in well if we had a better president. I can not say just wait until things change.
I know that now. I suppose I have always known that. Ever since I read the Declaration of Independance. Whether this is truly a new thought or a recurring one I can't say nor would i try. What I can say most assuredly is President Obama is to blame. He and the hope that his bid engendered in me. He and his victory not allowing me my self delusions. I can't turn off what I see anymore. I feel that the wrongs and injustices need immediate redress. I can't tolerate something not being done to better my country. Most importantly I can't help but hate the way I've and others like me have allowed my country our country to become the ungainly behemoth that it is now.
For my blinders being removed I have to say thanks a lot Mr. Obama. But just because I thank you doesn't meanI like you. This is why I hate Barack Obama my dreams won't rest and neither can I until they are realized in totality. So again I say thanks Mr. Obama for all the work I see ahead of me.